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Updated: May 13, 2025
It was, after all, the urge of the stronger wish against the weaker. When he heard her voice over the telephone Heyl did not say, "Who is this?" Neither did he put those inevitable questions of the dweller to the transient, "Where are you? How long have you been here?" What he said was, "How're you going to avoid dining with me to-night?"
How're we goin' to kill him?" "If you gents will listen you'll find out," rejoined Jesse Smith. "Thet's the job for young Cleve. He can do it. Sure Gulden never was afraid of any man. But somethin' about Cleve bluffed him. I don't know what. Send Cleve out after Gulden. He'll call him face to face, anywhere, an' beat him to a gun!... Take my word for it."
But we've got to get rid of Ted Crothers somehow. He watches me all the time, and I have no end of trouble making excuses and getting away." "How're you're going to get rid of him?" asked Peter, hungrily. "We'll have to skip," she answered; "just as soon as we have pulled off our new frame-up " "Another one?" gasped Peter, in dismay. And the girl laughed. "You wait!" she said.
"But how in thunderation ?" began Pete, as they rode forward. "We'll tell you some other time," broke in Jack. "The main thing now is to get away from here, for I've a notion that in no very short time it's going to be mighty unhealthy for gringoes." "Guess you're right, lad. How're yer makin' out, perfusser?"
Here I'd been working like a nigger 'most five months on the Duluth house and the last three weeks running night shifts and Sundays; didn't stop to eat, half the time and what does Brown do but 'Well, he says, 'how're you feeling, Charlie? 'Middling, said I. 'Are you up to a little job tomorrow? 'What's that? I said.
How're we going to have a fire when my matches are all gone and Rod's matches. . . ." "Mr. Norton," Virginia cut in crisply, "in spite of your friend's talk and in spite of the bluff he is putting up he is pretty badly hurt. You give me some sort of a light, I don't care if they see it down at San Juan, or you shoulder the responsibility. Which is it?"
They pressed against him, pushed their noses into his palm, and showed a confidence in him that did not fail to move the lad despite the terrible nature of their situation. "Good lads!" he whispered when he left them and crawled back within the barricade. "How're they behavin'?" asked the Little Giant. "Fine," responded Will. "Human beings couldn't do better.
Been taking a trip around the world in eighty minutes?" And added in a low voice, "Introduce me to your young lady friends from Hester Street." "Ah, how're you quite a surprise!" gasped Van Bibber, while his late guests stared admiringly at the pretty young lady in the riding-habit, and utterly refused to move on. "Been taking ride on the lake," stammered Van Bibber; "most exhilarating.
That I'll let him know fast enough; and now she's dead he can take himself off, and good riddance. But how're you going to live begging about the street? A big girl like you I'm ashamed of such goings on, and ain't going to have it in my house." Fan shook her head: the slow tears were beginning to fall now.
It was now close on midnight and Garry O'Neil came on deck to take the middle watch, it being his turn of duty. "Well, doctor," said the skipper, anxious to hear something about the invalids, "how're your patients?" "Both going on capitally; Jackson sleeping quietly, sir, though he can't last out long, poor fellow!" "And Mr Stokes?"
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